The occupation I dream as a child was to be a veterinarian. I loved animals growing up and in my mind the perfect job was to work with animals. Then when I was growing up I realized that I am allergic to cats, guinea pigs, and some types of dogs. When I got older I realized that it wouldn’t be possible because I would break out in hives all the time. If I stuck to that I would be miserable. I would be overdosing on benadryl just about everyday. I wouldn’t be happy in that work force, but I don’t think I would even be able to make it through training in this job. The thing is I knew I was allergic when I was younger but I just didn’t care. I still wanted to work with animals, but as reality has set in, I realized that it can’t even be possible. I want to go into more detail, and explain how my life would be, but I wanted something that wasn’t even possible for my body. But when I had that epiphany, is when I decided to switch to nursing. I’m not allergic to humans, thankfully. If my body did not hate animals, then I would still be considering that possibility of veterinarian, but I sometimes think about how I would be bitten by the animals. Then I realize people might also have the tendency to bite me. Either one of these professions do not have the best odds for me, but nonetheless, I am still going to go into nursing.

I am thankful for 2019 because it has been a year of change. The first big change this year is that I graduated high school, and was accepted into college. This was extremely exciting and I felt like all of my hard work made sense. I was thankful that my family stuck beside me, and supported all my decisions. The second change was I moved states, not just go to another school out of state. I moved from Missouri to Kansas. Which isn’t a huge move, but I left all my friends from home there, but luckily my best friend is going to the same college with me. I don’t think I would have made it this far without her constant guidance, encouragement, and her humor. She really is my rock, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. The next change in my life was when  I moved in with my Dad, Stepmom, and Siblings. Which has been a huge learning curve, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have a good relationship with all of my close family, and I am glad about the decision that I have made. Finally starting my first semester of college was another change, because people in college don’t care. I mean that in the best possible way, I will always stand by how college is better than highschool. This whole year has probably been one of the craziest of my life. I have learned so much and I am thankful for everyone who has stuck beside me. I am truly blessed for all of the change that has been happening, and to represent 2019 as the year of change. I got a butterfly tattoo on my arm to always remind myself that I should always embrace change, try, and be better in my life.

If I could plot almost all my dreams I think I would wake up happier. Not that my dreams are bad its just that they are always confusing and I wake up trying to figure them out rather being happy that I slept well. If I could plot it though, I would start out being on a tropical beach. I would be on a happy vacation, going out with friends, and having fun in the ocean. I would be eating delicious crab and lobster, with potatoes, and corn. With a beverage that would probably be alcoholic, its legal in Mexico. In my dreams I would just have fun, instead of just confusing conversations. I once had a dream that I was seven, and I was with my older brother, we were swinging on a swing set. We were trying to see how high we could get and jump out. But when I jumped out I started flying instead of landing. I flew off into the sky, and have never woken up so confused. I just generally don’t understand how my brain thought that up, but I had that dream four years ago, and I still remember it vividly. So I feel as if I could control my dreams, and be able to dream about vacation then it will motivate me to make some money and go on a tropical vacation. 

The longest I have gone without sleeping. I feel like when people are going to read this, they won’t think that its that long, but I am used to my sleep hours. So for me it felt wild. My days of no sleep were actually a week ago, and I blame it on the college life. I still live with my dad, stepmom, and sisters. My sisters are in elementary and middle school, and my dad/stepmom work early in the morning. Everyone goes to sleep by 9pm usually. I don’t sleep til 12 which I feel like is typical, but for three straight days I only got five hours of sleep. Why? You might be asking yourself. I have no idea, I still my pineal gland was compromised for three days. The pineal gland is the only gland that controls sleep, and produces  melatonin. Anyways I tried everything to get myself to sleep, I got up and had a whole hour long quite dance party to try, and tire myself out. Didn’t work, basically did the opposite and woke me up even more. Also all of these days I was going to my classes and working nights at my job. I was busy these whole three days but my body was not allowing me to sleep. Now I have got back to my usual six to nine hours a night. But during this time on the last day, especially my coworker who is like one of my moms. Asked me if I felt okay because I looked so out of it. I responded that I was fine just a little bit sleepy, and basically told that I looked like the walking dead. Now I know this isn’t a full no sleep thing, but I can certainly tell you that it felt like I didn’t sleep. I drank bangs, coffee, and it definitely made me a crackhead to say the least. When I say crackhead I mean my personality but on steroids, so I was tweaking because of caffeine.  But I survived this basically no sleep week, and even though I felt like death it was kinda fun. I could see myself doing it again. I do not suggest it though for health reasons, because it messes up your natural circadian rhythm.

In the next five years, a lot is going to change. This February I am applying for JCCC’s ADN (associate degree in nursing) program. I am taking a CNA course over the summer and in May 2020 I am moving out on my own. This is a lot of things to happen in a 6-8 month period, but I am prepared and excited for my future. The ADN program offered here is a gateway to get my BSN ( Bachelor in Science of nursing) through a hospital as the hospital like Saint Luke’s pays part of my tuition. I think this topic is especially funny for me to be writing about considering that I just confirmed my five years plan three days ago. I have the work ethic and grades to make this happen and I will be a full time nurse working towards my BSN by the time I am 20 years old. When I was 13 I decided I wanted to be a nurse and 7 years later I will complete that goal and achieve what I have been working towards. I am also moving out with my best friend in 6-8 months. Frankly I am scared but very excited to be on my own and struggle. I’ve wanted to be on my own since I was 16 and I am very excited to actually achieve that and I am even happy to be broke. Because I will be broke and free. Anyways once I 20 with my ADN working in a hospital and towards my BSN my career will be established and I will look into specializing. Currently I have been thinking about a neonatal nurse, which is one that works with babies, specifically newborns. I am happy about life about and where it will take me.

A physical trait that I would of killed to change in junior high. Picking one was very difficult for me. When I chose to write about this topic, my mind was racing, with the things that I used to be very insecure about. How my body is shaped, how I talk, how my teeth were crooked, how my nose is predominantly larger than most, and how I have two moles in the center of my forehead. I could go on, but I narrowed my options down to my height. I am 5’6, I grew to this height in 7th grade. A 5’6, 7th grader girl might as well be 6’2 to everyone else. I was as tall or taller than some of my teachers. Automatic insecurity and I could see my 12 year old self fighting someone to the death just so I could be 5’3. To top off my “abnormally” tall height. I am a toe walker. I always hear the story about how when I was a baby I always watched my older brother walk, run, and jump all over the house. At 9 months I was sick of it, and started walking.I don’t know why my parents didn’t stop it but I walk on my toes. Always have, and it’s a habit that I cannot seem to break. I swear it is embedded in my DNA. Sometimes it makes me feel like I’m still 12 when people point it out, but I never realized that I am doing it, and when I casually throw it out in conversation, and the person I am talking too is like yes I always noticed. That always made me more insecure because I never noticed it but it meant that other people were always noticing it. If you add into account that I walk on my toes, I’d say that makes me a solid 5’8 walking normally. Which made me feel self conscious all the time. For some reason everyone and their mama loves to always point out height. It’s always been one of the first things people have said to me. Over the years it hasn’t bothered me anymore, and I’ve grown up because of it. To say I have no insecurities would be me lying through this screen but I have accepted that they are who I am just like how I have brown eyes. It’s things you can’t change and its okay to love those parts of yourself. It is okay if you walk on your toes, even though you might look 12, you are still you, and that’s a lesson that I have had to learn.  And it all started with me hating how tall I was in the 7th grade.

I am known in my friend group as the one that gets lost. I can never follow directions even if it was google maps yelling at me to take a right turn. I have an assuming problem as well;which makes following directions worse, because I’ll be following them, and then just assume that I am right. Take a wrong turn and then end up 10 minutes farther away from my destination. Yes I get lost a lot. It stresses me out everytime, especially if I have to be on time for something. That ties into me always leaving early because unless I have been to the spot I am headed over three times then I will get lost. My dad I swear, has a map embedded in his brain. He can think of streets from inner Kansas City, Shawnee, Overland Park, Lee’s Summit, and even out in Blue Springs. And make a map in his head of how to get there. Since I didn’t get that great nativagation gene. I get lost, and when I get lost, I lose my ability to drive as accurately as possible. Well now that the background of my horrible awareness skills are placed. Let me tell you about a time that I got really stressed out driving. I only recently moved to Kansas, before I lived in Lee’s Summit, Missouri. I grew up over there and did all that usually teenage things, like late night drives for no reason. Which allowed me to actually be fairly familiar with how Lee’s Summit  is set up. But when I first moved out here. It is a completely different universe. The lanes are bigger and more people don’t know how to drive, myself is kinda included in this. But anyways I was headed to Sally’s Beauty Supply that is off of Metcalf. I was with my best friend, and she isn’t from Kansas either, so both of us were blind driving. Might as well have been alone because neither one of us knew where we were. We were headed there because I needed to redye my hair. Fun fact; I’m naturally a blonde. Anyway we get off the highway at the wrong exit, so immediately off to a bad start. When you are lost and alone, you just feel the stress on yourself, but when you are with a friend. It even more stress because usually they are freaking out too. Finally get on the correct road, and then turn into where Sally’s should be, and I drive right past it. I had told my dad and stepmom that we were just going to buy hair dye, and we had already been gone for 30 minutes. Anyways I flip back around and finally we are at Sally’s. We go in, get the hair dye, and leave. Finally we headed back to my house, and surprisingly we don’t get lost. I told my dad and stepmom that we got lost and they just laughed and were happy we found our way back.

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